Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1999 09:39:44 EDT
From: Nathan Harvey
Subject: Trucker Man by Nathan Harvey

Trucker Man
By Nathan Harvey

It had been a dumb thing to do telling Jerry I was going to stay later at the
beach and to let them leave without me.  We had just planned to be gone for
the day but it was so nice I wanted to spend the weekend.  Jerry had told me
he had to be back to be in a wedding so I loaded my extra beach crap into his
van and told them I would just hitch a ride back Monday morning.  I wanted
to stay over the weekend and have a little fun cruising the boardwalk.   It
was going great, I loved taking the rides and clowning around like a kid. IT
was good to chow down on the goodies like hot dogs,  pizza and malteds.  It
was like being a kid again.  Perhaps two much so.  About halfway through
the day I discovered my wallet was missing.  I wasn't sure were I could have
lost it or it had been picked.  It could have been on one of those crazy rides
or at the beach.  When I checked in at the security station looking for it the
policeman said they had my wallet but whoever turned it in said there had
been no money in it.  Well at least I had my driver's license and credit cards.
By now the fun had gone out of my weekend and I decided to hitch back to
Elkhart.

Walking the short distance from the boardwalk to the main drag I had no
problem hitching a ride through town with an old couple. Getting out on the
main highway I though I would be home in a matter of hours.   No problem I
thought with U.S. twenty running right past the Toll road I could get some
guy to stop and give me a ride.  That was my second big mistake.  My first
mistake had been in starting out for home so late in the afternoon.  I stood
there for a couple of hours watching the cars whiz by and no one even
slowed down. I began walking along the side of the road hoping to catch a
ride and  figuring I would come across someplace to get something to eat.  It
had been years since I'd hitched hiked highway this road and it was now a
different world.  There were no longer little sandwich shops and mom and
pop gas stations along the road.  I guess the toll road had closed everything
down when they took the traffic off of highway twenty.

I was really feeling despondent was sitting by a stop sign at a well-
illuminated intersection.  Now I desperately hoped someone would see me
and take pity on me.  I figured if they could see me they might think it was
OK to give me a lift.  It just kept getting later and around midnight not even
trucks were going by.  Then this one big rig came lumbering to a stop.  I
knew I was in luck then.  The driver could have made the light but began
stopping instead.  Picking up my rucksack I ran to the drivers side of the cab.
The trucker had rolled his window down and this big tattooed arm was
hanging out.  Spitting, then smiling he asks if I wanted to give him a thrill.
At that hour with it getting colder I said sure if he was going my way I'd go
his.  Then telling him I was headed for Elkhart I was thankful when he said,
" Sure enough little boy, I'm going right through there and then on through
to the Industrial Park in Port Clinton Ohio.  Get your cute little ass in here,
but you'll half to crawl over me, the passenger door is broken."

As his door swung open I climbed up on the running board then began to
crawl in over him.  Reaching over and grabbing my ass he began feeling me
up real good as I crawled over him.  Then as he patted me he said, "You're a
damn good-looking kid with a great ass.  I think we are going to get on real
good".  Seated close to him now in the lighted cab I leaned over to look at
his chest.  He was sitting there with his shirt open and he had these strange
tattoos exposed.  Looking at me began laughing, saying "check them out kid
and try them".  On his right nipple was a Tattoo of a little tap with the words
Nectar over it, and on the left nipple was the same tap and the words honey.
Then pulling his fatigue pants open he exposed his giant dormant cock and
telling me to read the inscription over his meat.  Bending low nearly putting
my face on his cock I read the lettered words "whipped cream dispenser".
Still chuckling and saying " on that tap to get anything out of it you need to
churn it a little to whip the cream."  Leaning back and chewing on his cigar
he seemed to want to talk. Prompting me to ask him anything he told me to
just call him Sarge.  Looking directly I told him my name was Michael.

By now it was dark and he had pulled off his sunglasses and fatigue cap.
What I saw now sitting beside me was one hell of a good looking half-naked
rough cut stud.  Mean looking could describe him very well.  Hardly
glancing over in my direction I heard his gravelly voice saying "Go ahead
kid taste the nectar boy", and pulling me over to him he pushed my face to
his chest pushing my lips to his nipple.  Getting excited I began to suck on
him and as I ran my tongue gently down and around his nipple all he said
was, "Harder bitch,"  Then I began to chew on it savagely. That seemed to
please him.  Pulling me over to the honey tit I began chewing on it.  As we
rumbled down the road that massive truck was vibrating our bodies in a
soothing sexual way making every action of mine on his nipples even more
sensual.  Pulling me off of his tits he said it was time to whip some cream.
Bending down and pushing his pants even further down almost to his ankles
I began to massage his huge cock of his with my hands.  Then slipping my
hands around his balls his huge cock now primed and glistening sprang up
eager for service. Taking his cocks head into my mouth and slipping slowly
down that hot hard cylinder I kept tasting and sucking him.  I worked my
way down until I could feel the coarse fur of his crotch on my lips and
smelled that pungent scent of a man in heat.

I was having a real trip, moving up and down that magnificent shaft of his.
As we rumbled down the highway the vibrations of the truck was  making
the sensation of blowing him even more thrilling for both of us.  I worked
his cock like a fiend wanting to milk him for all he was worth.  Suddenly his
hand was on the back of my neck forcing me down until his balls stopped
my lips.  Gasping, at first then relaxing I could feel the hot sticky fluid
shooting into my throat.  When he released me I stayed deep on his cock
sucking and slurping everything I could milk from him.  "Hot damn" he
yelled, "is you ass as good as your mouth"?  Straightening up he told me to
reach in back for something to go with my desert.  Pulling out a shoe box
when I opened it was filled with sandwiches and a bottle of whiskey.
Reaching over he took one of the sandwiched and began to chew on it.
When I offered him whiskey he said "never when I'm driving, that's strictly
fucking whiskey to loosen up your ass, go ahead and drink it up, I want you
loose and juicy".

As the massive truck slid through he night cutting a path through the foggy
night he began telling me about his service and how he came to like fucking
tight ass boys.  It seems that he was one of the young kids that had gone to
Korea way back in 1952.  It was now the forgotten war but he said then
everything was so real so terrible.  So many of the men were so young, just
boys and they were always scared and wet.  They were all afraid for their
lives.  He stumbled into  a foxhole during some fighting and found this one
beautiful boy and he was so scared that when the shelling would start he
would cling to me for safety and security.  They became close and stayed
together long enough in their stinking little foxhole to bond. He went on to
say that Billy his little lover had one sweet ass.   He had first put out when
he was lying there wet and shivering from the cold and when he held him
close and put his poncho over him to keep him dry.  I began to slip his wet
uniform off of him.  When he rolled over him to reach for some dry stuff it
kinda just happened.  He was hard and hot and before he knew it he was in
the kids ass and the boy was responding.  Then he said when he I pulled out
of him he held me tight and began hugging me.

After that he said they tried to stay together.  The boy continued offering his
ass and serviced me in every way in return for my protecting and comforting
him.  No one ever said anything in those days because no one really cared if
the men screwed around.  They were two worried about staying alive.  Lots
of the boys traded favors even though they had wives and sweethearts at
home. Sarge. called it a war romance but said he loved that boys sweet tight
ass.  HE went on to say some nights that the boy would suck his tits saying
they were honey and nectar.  Then he made me promise to let him suckle
anytime he wanted. Then fooling around getting me all hot and bothered he
would always say he would whip my cream for me.  Then looking at me he
laughed and said,  "Me, that butch bastard of a master Sargent was falling in
love with a kid.  We stayed together for months then one night after we
really had this really wild night of love making  that terrible day happed".
He went out on patrol one night and never came back.  I could never find out
what happened but he was clutching my picture in his cold hand.  I did learn
his wife wanted to write to anyone that could tell her about her husband.   I
wrote her a long letter telling her he always was a good "boy" and would
always be missed and that he had love in his heart."

Sarge said it was when he was rotated on R and R that one night on leave he
got good and drunk and had his artwork done in memory of Billy his little
lover boy."  Now Sarge seem despondent so reaching down I began feeling
him up saying I wanted to whip some more cream.  As I slid down on that
shaft I wondered what it would feel like to have something like that shoved
up my ass.  We jostled along I knew when he dropped me off I would never
know how that man would feel inside my body.  For now I would be content
to feed my hots blowing his cock. We were speeding around South Bend
now on the bypass and barreling down the road towards home when he ask
me if I wanted to pull over at a truck stop for some real whipped cream.  He
felt like making my ass into a cream puff.  We began slowing a few miles
down the road and he pulled into a well-lighted dinner type place with a few
trucks parked in the lot.  The chubby little man at the counter greeted Sarge
like an old friend and waived him on to the back.  Leading me to the back
and telling me to strip as we entered the back room he pointed to the
showers saying we would clean up before we `rested".  I was surprised that
there was even a shower let alone cots set up for truckers .  Following his
lead I stripped.   As he jumped into the shower and began lathering up he
looked like something out of an action porno flick.  With his hard wiry body,
his tattoos, and his hard cock bouncing around he was exciting and I was
hot. He'd brought the whiskey in and tilting the bottle up to my lips I took a
couple big gulps.  As we showered and he rubbed my body he continued to
feed me more booze.

Our soapy bodes rubbed against each other and finally he was hot and I was
ready.  He turned me, bending me over and entering me with that hard soapy
tool of his.  A little dizzy from the booze but more than willing I let him take
me.   I began experiencing a hard hot pain telling him he was two big but
pulling my hips tight to his cock forcing everything he had into me.  He held
me until my body accepted him and I began to beg him for more.  Then he
began.  He pumped, pushed and screwed until I though I would never walk
again.  Finally having shot his wad we toweled each other off and lay naked
on one of the cots for a while just resting.   Then before I could protest he
was on me again, but this time as he humped me I began pushing and
twisting back hungry for him.  We were in heat and screwing like animals
when a couple of truckers came in.  Seeing us and chuckling they told us not
to let them disturb us.  They peeled and began their showers while watching
us and chuckling all the while.  There only other comments were, "did they
stand a chance to ride the bull?"  Sarge growled back "go fuck yourselves."

We lay like with his cock rammed up my ass until I could feel him harden
again and he was off and running. Finally saying it was time to get out of
there we dressed.  He said we would have time for coffee then hit the road
again.  As we passed the two truckers they were all over each other fucking
up a storm.  Smiling Sarge patting the big one on the ass saying he was
really a hunk, maybe next time.   Crawling into the Cab again I had to
chuckle when I crawled over him and he began fondling my ass.  Pulling out
of the station he glanced over again and told me to get myself together we
would be pulling into Elkhart, then adding if I really wanted to be a sport I
could ride up to Port Clinton and come back with him.  He could have me
home by Monday morning.  Then adding he might even be tempted to suck
on my lollypop for awhile. As we pulled up to the city limits of Elkhart I
began unzipping him and pulling his pants down.  Sliding down on his meat
saying only that I was two busy to get out right now, perhaps on the way
back I would have the time.  Right now I had a taste for some whip cream.

I sucked and licked and played with my Sergeants cock for the better part of
the next two hours and I was deep on him sucking when I felt the truck
slowing.  Pulling off to a rest station he said it was time for a little nap
adding one great thing about Ohio was that they took damn good care of
their truckers.  This rest stop was just a few miles down from the loading
area of the Port Clinton Industrial park.  Looking out of the window I could
see we had an out houses.  Very nice, and as he pulled back the Curtains of
the cab he told me to strip and crawl in and minutes later he joined me.  I lay
there naked and waiting.  In seconds I could feel his hard body sliding in
next to me.  As he scooted in he positioned himself on his back spreading his
legs around my upper body.  Then telling me to lift his legs he presented me
his ass.  Fidgeting around and placing his feet into two stirrups he was
suspended and poised for my pleasure.  Crawling slowly up his body I began
penetration and with ease and my cock slid into that hard firm butt of his.  It
was like nothing I'd ever had before, he was hot his body pulsing and his ass
seemed to be pulling my cock deeper into his body.

I slammed into that burning pit of pleasure and with each thrust his body
would advanced then swung back to me like a pendulum until my mind went
blank and kept slamming into him again and again.  I had gone over the edge
and turned into a fucking machine.  I became even more excited and
reaching up began twisting and clawing at his chest and nipples. I had no
memory of how long I fucked or how many times I came but finally in
exhaustion I collapsed.  Letting my face slide down his body I began
sucking him and when he came I licked and cleaned him then traveled to his
hot sticky ass still hot and wanting him I began wildly eating him out.  Sarge
had taken me were I'd never gone and given me the finest gift a man could
give another,  His love and passion.

I watch as the men loaded the truck and we again were on the road.  It was
hard to believe that after last night I could feel so passionate about this
man.  All the way back I attended him and finally as we pulled into Elkhart
told me he would be passing through again if I wanted to ride with him.
Clutching him and giving him a hard kiss I scrawled my name and number on a
card telling him I would always go with him anywhere.  Then slowing and
stopping the rig he reached over opened my door winking and kissed me.